"I miss my brother..."

Sometimes, late at night when no one is around, my mind drifts back to the last time I saw my brother. His dark fur almost blended with the dark pavement as he laid motionless at the entrance to the old landfill. The smell was something unforgettable in the southern sun but I didn't mind. Having him there with me brought me comfort. Comfort I sorely lack at the moment. I had to move on from that spot, and it makes me sad because I miss my brother and the way he tasted. And in those sad, hungry hours late at night, I settle for a Milkbone.